"What does one wish for in life except a few hours of rest every day and a steady income to enjoy the snippets of ordinary life...
Indeed, life is nothing but the enjoyment of these beautiful moments, without being interrupted by some bad things, like a job that brings noise along with some back pain...
To truly rest; is a concept that humans will not get used to, for they were created in toil and hardship, not to play or frolic here and there.
If a person can enjoy all their times, then please, let me live that life, without boredom or disturbance, it is truly a luxury!
And wealth? Wealth to me is a loving family, a kind father, a good mother, cheerful siblings, and a wife who loves me!"
Click!
The pen made a noise as it broke there, Jin frowned, but the frown turned into a blank face; remembering what he had just written.
He really does not like noise, even the simple kind...
He got up from his chair, looked around at a room measuring 5x5 cubic meters where he had been living all the time...
Jin, who was nineteen years old, was born into a well-off middle-class family, he had two beautiful sisters and kind, loving parents.
His vibrant life changed one hundred and eighty degrees, on that day...
As soon as he was outside his home, attending his lessons, at the age of five, returning home with a smile of a boy, sparkling eyes, an active mind, and an enthusiastic body, jumping on the steps of his house, opening the door, and there was silence, he greeted his family, but only silence greeted him, standing there puzzled, checking every room here and there, seeing where they were, and oh how he wished he hadn't seen!
A pungent, foul smell he had never known before, some clotted blood and some still flowing from the top of the bed, familiar eyes, pale faces, and a clenched heart, the poor boy did not know what was happening, he fell and his childhood fell deep within his soul...
The sound of rain, loud as a tree-cutting saw, the drops falling on his face as a kind of tenderness, but it felt like a hammer hitting his head, he remained steadfast, though inside he cried in agony, bleeding, people consoled him and hugged him... and left him alone with the sound of the rain...
This poor boy did not yet know his separation from his misery, his lurking misery, his cries to his family that were not heard, the calls of his relatives to take care of him...
He remained with the sound of the rain, the terrifying echo of thunder in a dark room that no light or illumination reached...
Now, with the sound of the pouring rain, Jin remembered that miserable memory and then his dark life, he always got used to solitude like this...
He opened the desk drawer, taking out his diary, flipping to the first page, and read:
The night stretched until I thought it eternal
When will the light of morning rise to guide
When will I find peace in life
Other than the noise that disturbed me
My eyes weep for what has passed in regret
Will tears bring back what entered the grave.
It was a poem titled, Ashes of the Soul.